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After putting down the phone, she found a tape and started stuffing everything into it. She thought that if he didn't take it, he would just throw it away. Although there were so many luxury items, it was still better than leaving it here every day.

At the other end of the phone, Gu Mo Cheng stared at the phone she hung up the phone. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. He felt that sparring with her in this manner was quite interesting.

At this moment, Mu Wenwen had just finished packing up his things when his phone rang. It was Luo Xintong.

"Xiao Yan, you're finally back!"

Luo Xintong's surprised voice came through the microphone. Lying on the sofa, she asked weakly.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Your husband is looking for you!"

Luo Xintong's tone was clearly full of mockery.

Mu Wenwen rubbed his forehead as he faintly said,

"Ah Luo!"

"Fine, fine, fine. I was wrong. I admit that I was just trying to get along with the situation as fast as possible!"

Luo Xintong hurriedly begged for mercy, but her tone of voice lacked the previous intention of joking.

"Gu Mo City is calling for you!"

"What is he doing, even you found out!"

It seemed that she should be more careful when she went to the orphanage in the future. Just what did this man want?

Luo Xintong then told him about that night's events. Finally, she said to Mu Ran in a serious tone,

"I heard from his tone that night that he was rather nervous. Maybe he was just worried about you!"

How could he possibly care about her?

She had seen him flirting with that woman more than once, and she had decided that he was looking for her because something was wrong.

On the phone, Lo Shinton was laughing in an extremely ambiguous manner.

"Speaking of Xiao Yan, you and Gu Mo Cheng are actually quite compatible. You can call it a match made in heaven. He's so handsome, so how about …" Use your mind to keep him? you don't have to go through so much hardship in your life! "

"Arlo-please don't dream!"

Mu Yurou couldn't help but want to find something to knock out her head.

This best friend of hers had good looks, good figure, ability, and talent, but she had no resistance against handsome men.

Although Luo Xintong had also carried some things on his back, they were not as heavy as hers. Therefore, Luo Xintong's mind was much simpler and more naive than hers.

In fact, people have to experience all sorts of life to learn to grow. The more experience, the more indifferent the heart will become, and the more stable the character will become. One day, perhaps, Loxinton would realize that it was not necessarily possible to hold on to the future with open hands.

Just when she hung up, another call came in. It was still from Lin Wen Cheng. She thought for a moment before pressing the answer button. Just now, before she could pick up the call, she was thrown away by that man.

"Second brother-in-law, what's the matter?"

She asked calmly, unconsciously stroking the dragon tattoo on the back of her phone with her index finger. The slight bulge made her heart feel even colder.

"Xiao Yan, you … How have you been these past few days? "

Lin Wen Cheng hesitated for a long time before he finally asked with great difficulty.

Ever since she got married, he didn't have the courage to call her. He was afraid that he would hear her say that she was happy, but he was also afraid that he would hear her say that she wasn't happy. She rarely returned to the Mu family, so it was even more difficult for her to get married.

Yet, she mercilessly used Mu Lingfeng to cut off all of his thoughts.

"Was it second sister who asked you to call me to be concerned about me? Help me thank second sister, I'm fine, don't worry! "

Lin Wen Cheng's heart ached.

"Xiao Yan, do we have to talk in such a hurt way?"

"Lin Wen Cheng, how do you want me to talk to you? Do you still want me to be your lover behind my second sister's back? "

Her words were full of ridicule, but Lin Wencheng was anxious.

"Xiao Yan, how can you say that about me? How could I have the heart to let you be my lover? If you are still willing to come back to me, I will divorce you and then openly marry you! "

When she heard Lin Wen Cheng say he wanted a divorce, she suddenly became flustered and said quickly,

"Stop bullshitting, Mu Lingfeng will go crazy. You won't be able to handle the consequences like that!" If there's nothing else, I'll be hanging up! "

She was sure that if Lin Wen Cheng asked for a divorce, Mu Lingfeng would be destroyed by him. With her strong personality, she could probably commit suicide.

However, Lin Wencheng resolutely called out to her.

"Xiao Yan, I've already considered this decision for a long time: I want a divorce!"

He spoke word by word, as if forcing himself to remember this sentence and carry it out. In his mind, he could not stop thinking of the simple and beautiful happiness that he had once had with her; no matter how much wealth he had, nothing could be as real and warm as staying with the people he loved.

Because of his firm and serious words, Mu Wenwen's thoughts drifted away.

How many times had she dreamed in the middle of the night, cursing that their marriage would not last, praying that they would get divorced, praying that he would come back to her, saying gently to her, I'll take you away, Xiao Ri! Let us let go of all the rights and interests of the shackles, free to fly!

But, wouldn't it be a bit late for that dream to come true after two years?

Her heart had already been soothed to the point where it no longer had any hope. No matter how much warmth and promise he gave her, it wouldn't be able to cause her heart to waver.

She would be moved by any man's promise, but she would no longer believe it.

The less one relied on, the less one was afraid of losing. The stronger one became, the less one was afraid of being hurt.

The harsh feeling from her fingertips gradually pulled her drifting thoughts back. The dragon tattoo constantly reminded her of her current identity. She sighed inaudibly and said coldly,

"Brother Wen Cheng, since you've married her, you should love her well and love her dearly. Protect her for the rest of your life!"

She was just about to hang up when she said,

"What about you, Xiao Yan?"

Lin Wen Cheng suddenly called out to her.

"Since you've married him, will you properly love him, care for him, and protect him for the rest of your life?"

His tone was filled with apprehension and unease, as well as a slight tremble. Mu Wenwen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She bit her lips as a hint of determination flashed across her pitch-black pupils. Her red lips slightly parted as she spoke in a serious tone.

"Yes!" I will do my best to love him, to love him, to protect him for the rest of my life and … I won't give up! "

As she said these words word by word, Lin Wen Cheng's heart gradually sank into the abyss of eternal damnation. After she ended Lin Wen Cheng's train of thought, she also engraved these words deeply in her mind.

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, while Lin Wen Cheng slumped into his chair.

Listening to her personally speak about how cruel and painful it was to swear to another man, her ten years of love with him was just gone like that.

He wasn't blaming her. After all, he was the one who had given up on her. He was just feeling sad for himself.

He used all his strength to protect her, from a cute and jade-like child to a slim and graceful young girl. He had originally only made a wedding dress for another man, the most beautiful wedding dress.

She was so carefully protected by him without a single blemish or impurity. She was so pure and beautiful, so tender and bright, like a budding flower proudly standing in this noisy world.

He had never been able to pick them up, and their biggest measure was just kissing. When the emotion was strong, he would always stop in time and push her away, and she would then ask him, wrongly, if he didn't like her, so he didn't want her.

How could someone as naive as him understand the love a man had for his beloved woman?

At that time, he had thought of taking her, but after the rice was cooked, the two parents probably wouldn't have separated them so decisively.

Could it be that his reluctance and love from the beginning had caused the two of them to be in such a state of disintegration?

Dense pain gradually spread out along his left atrium. With each heartbeat, the blood mixed with it and flowed into his limbs and bones, followed by wave after wave of heart-piercing pain.

He leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes tightly, allowing the warm sunlight to hit his face. However, no matter how nice and warm the sunlight was, it couldn't melt the coldness in his heart.

The phone he threw on the table hummed. Only then did he slowly get up from his chair, take a glance at his phone, and hang up in disgust. However, that ringtone still continued to ring.

He picked up the phone impatiently, his tone cold and heartless,

"What is it?"

"Wencheng, I would like to ask what time you will get off work tonight so that I can prepare dinner for you!"

It was the voice of Mu Lingfeng, his dutiful wife.

"You have to work overtime tonight. Don't wait for me!"

He coldly said this and hung up before Mu Lingfeng could react.